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IN the civilization in which we live, a man may
be one thing and appear to be another. But
this is not possible in the social structure of
the Indian, because an Indian's name tells the
world what he is: a coward, a liar, a thief, or a

When I was a youngster every Indian had at
least three names during his lifetime. His first
name, which he received at birth and retained
until he was old enough to go on the war-path,
was descriptive of some circumstance surround-
ing his birth. As an instance, we have a man
among the Blackfeet whose name is Howling-in-
the-Middle-of-the-Night. When he was born
along the banks of the Belly River in Southern
Alberta, the Indian woman who was assisting
his mother went out to the river to get some
water with which to wash him. When she
returned to the teepee she remarked: 'I heard
a wolf howling across the river/ 'Then', said